Once, when we ran out of milk, I gleefully squirted the lacking nectar into my baby-daddy's coffee cup for him, being very proud to be able to provide.

He was only slightly mortified.

I can't imagine what kind of cheese or icecream it would produce tho.... at least appearing to be so much thinner in fat content than cow or goat milk. ("appearing to be"..... I don't have the stats on that)

Worry is a misuse of imagination“She hadblue skin, And so didhe. He kept it hid And so did she.They searched for blueTheir whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.” Shel Silverstein